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She was an only child-her name Ginevra,
Just as she looks there in her bridal dress
Great was the joy; but at the nuptial feast, When all sat down, the bride herself was wanting. Nor was she to be found! Her father cried, Tis but to make a trial of our love!' Andfilled his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. "Twas but that instant she had left Fraucesco, Laughing and looking back, and Aying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas! she was not to be found; Nor from that hour could any thing be guessed, But that she was not!
Weary of his life, Francesco flew to Venice, and, emborking, Flaug it away in battle with the Turk, Donati lived and long might you have seen An old map wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find-be kuew not what, When be was gone, the house remained awhile Silent and tenantless then went to strangers.
Full fifty years were past and all forgotten, When on an idle day, a day of search, 'Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said, By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, Why not remove it from its lurking place? 'Twas done as soon as said; but on the way It burst, it fell; and lo! a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald-stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold, Alí else had perished-save a wedding ring And a small seal, her mother's legacy,
Engraven with a name, the name of both, iso
LOVE OF BURIAL PLACES, MANY of the wisest and best of men have signalized their love of gardens and shrubberies, by causing themselves to be buried in them. Plato was buried in the groves of Academus; Sir William Temple gave orders for his heart to be enclosed in a silver casket, and then placed under a sun-dial, opposite bis library window. Dercennus, one of the kings of Latium, was buried in a thick wood, on the top of a high mountain: Rousseau was buried in the island of Poplars, in the gardens of Ermenonville: Horne Took ewas buried in his own garden : and Napoleon Bonaparte often walked to a fountain in the island of St. Helena, and said to his confidential companions, 'If it is destined that I die on this rock, let me be buried in this place,' pointing to some willows near the fountain he so frequently visited.
HATRED. THE greatest food has the soonest ebb; the sorest tem. pest the most sudden calm; the hottest love the coldest end; and from the deepest desire oftentimes ensues the deadliest hate. A wise man had rather be envied for Providence, than pitied for prodigality. -Revenge barketh only at the stars, and spite spurns at that she cannot reach.
An envious man waxeth lean with the fatness of his neighbours.-Envy is the daughter of pride, the author of murder and revenge, the beginner of secret sedition, and the perpetual tormentor of virtue.-Envy is the filthy slime of the soul; a venom, a poison, or quicksilver which consumeth the flesh, and drieth up the marrow of the bones,-Socrates.
THE SOLITARY PHILOSOPHER. AMONG all the variety of interesting pieces with which you wish to entertain your readers, none please me more ihan those anecdotes that relate
to originality of character. On the side of a large mountain about ten miles from this place, in a little hut of his own rearing, which has known no other possessor these fifty-five years, lives this strange and very singular person, though his general usefulness and communicative disposition require him often to associate with the surrounding rustics; yet having never had an inclination to travel farther than to the neighbouring village, and being totally ovacquainted with the world, his manners, conversation, and dress are strikingly noticeable. A little plot of ground that extends round his cottage is the narrow sphere to wbich be confines himself, aud in his wild retreat, be appears to a stranger as one of the early inhabitants of the earth, ere polished by frequent intercourse or united in society. In his youth being deprived of the means of education,and till this hour a stran ger to reading, the most valuable treasures of time are utterly unknown to him, so that what knowledge he has acquired seems to be from the joint exertious of vigorous powers and an unwearied course of experiments. He is allowed by the whole inhabitants around him to excel all, and his genius seems universal, and he is at ouce, by na ture, botanist, philosopher, naturalist, and physician.
The place where he resides seems indeed peculiarly calculated for assisting him in these favorite pursuits. With. in a stone's throw of his hut a deep enormous chasm extends itself up the mountain for more than four miles, through the bottom of which a large body of water rages in loud and successive falls through the fractured channel, while its stupendous sides studded with rocks are overhung with bushes and trees, that meeting from opposite, sides, and mixing their branches entirely
conceal at times the river from view, so that when a spectator stands above,
he sees nothing but a luxuriance of green branches and tops of trees, and hears at a dreadful distance below the brawling of the river. In this vale or glen innumerable rare and valuaSle herbs are discovered, and in the barvest months this is his continual resort, he explores it with the most unwearied attention, climbs every cliff, even the most threatening, and from the perplexing .profusion of plants, collects those herbs, of whose qualities and value he is well acquainted. For this purpose he has a large basket with a variety of divisions, in which he deposits every particular species by itself. With this he is often seen labouring home to his hut, after which they are suspended in large and numerous parcels from the roof, while The sage bimself sits smiling amidst his simple stores. In cultivating his little plot of ground, he proceeds by me. thods entirely new to his neighbours. He has examined by numberless experiments the nature of the soil, watches every progressive advance of the grain, and so well is he provided for its defence against vermin, that they are no sooner seen than destroyed. By these means he has greatly enriched the ground which was by nature barren and ungenerous, while the crop nearly doubles that of his neighbours, the more superstitious of whom, from his lovely life aud success ju these affairs, scruple not to believe him in league with the devil. As a mechanic he is confined to no particular branch. He lives by himself, and seems inclined to be dependent on none. He is his own shoe-maker, cutler, and tailor; builds his own barns and raises his own fences, thrashes his own corn and with very little assistance cuts it down. From his infancy he has enjoyed an uninterrupted How of health, and there is scarce a neighbouring peasant around who has not, when wounded by accident or confined by sickness, experienced the salu. tary effects of his skill. In these cases his presence of mind is surprising, his application simple, his medicines within the reach of every cottager, and in effecting a cure he is seldom unsuccessfnl. Nor is his assistance in physic and surgery confined to the human species alone; useful animals of every kind profit by his researches. In short, so fully persuaded are the rustics of his knowledge in the causes and cures of disorders to which their cattle are subject, that in every critical and alarming case he is immediately consulted and his prescriptions most carefully observed. I was the first that took any particular notice of this solitaire. He is known to many ingenious gentle. men in that place, and in the country, and has been often the subject of their conversation and wonder. Nor has the Honourable Gentleman, whose tenant he is; suffered this rustic-original to pass unnoticed or unbefriended, but with his usual generosity, and a love of mankind that dignifies all his actions, has from time to time transmit ted to him parcels of new and useful plants, roots, seeds, &c. a grateful sense of which the solitaire expresses by rearing them, and exbibiting them occasionally:
About six months ago I went to pay him a visit along with an intimate friend inuch attached to patural curiosi ty. On arriving at his little hut, we found to our no smalt disappointment that he was from home. As my friend however, had never been in that part of the country before, ! conducted him to the glen to take a view of the beautiful romantic scenes and wild prospects which this place affords. We had not proceeded far along the botiom of the vale, when hearing a rustling among the bran-ches aboveour heads, I discovered our hoary botanist with his basket, passing along the brow of a rock that hung al. most over the centre of the stream. Having pointed him out to my companion, we were at a loss for some time how to bring about a conversation with him. Having, bowever, a ffute in my pocket, of which music he is ex. ceedingly fond, I began a few airs, which by the sweetness: of the echoes, was beightened into the most enchanting melody. In a few minutes this had the desired effect; and our little old man stood beside us with his basket in his hand, On stopping at his approach, he desired us to proceed, complimenting us on the sweetness of our music, expressed the surprise he was in on hearing it, and leaning his basket on an old trunk, listened with all the enthusiasm of rapture. He then shewed the herbs he bad been collecting, entertained us with a parrative of the discoveries he had made iu his frequent searches through the vale, which,' said he, 'contains treasures that few know the value of '
He then began an account of the vegetables, reptiles, wild beasts, and insects, that frequented the place; and with much judgment explained their various properties.
Were it not,' said he, "for the innumerable millions of insects, that in the summer months swarm in the air, 1 believe dead carcases, and other putrid substances, might have dreadful effects; but no sooner does a carcase begin to grow putrid than these insects led by the smell, flock to the